A Story
“The Ripped Page In My Bible”
Have you ever felt ripped – ripped off, ripped out, ripped apart, ripped up? There have been some days when I am feeling pretty “ripped” even before the schedule gets going. The thoughts in my head have already consumed me. The details of the day seem daunting to say the least. I just begin the day “undone.” There is even the thought, “Maybe if I put the covers over my head and lie real still, they will think I am gone.” During one of these “undone” days, I ended up having an incredible conversation with Father God on this very topic. I had just finished breakfast and realized that I had a few moments before I needed to get going. I had the idea of...
Read More“Locker #4 and the Master Key!”
This past weekend I had one too many “firsts!” I had my first “embarrassing throw-up” moment and my first “Jessica McClure” moment (you remember the little girl trapped in the well?!?). Anyways, we were at a birthday party at the YMCA indoor pool, and all of the sudden, Maya runs from the pool with mouth covered. And, yes, she says the words – “Mommy, I think I am going to throw up.” Instantly, my Mom alertness and agility kicks in, and we make record time to the bathroom or at least we made it to the bathroom door. So, there we were, Maya and I, right in the middle of the party, right in the middle of the entry from the indoor pool to the bathroom,...
Read MoreSomewhere in Between – Crazy and Wonderful!
“How do you make sense of crazy?” Written in my journal on March 22, 2006 “These things are too wonderful.” Written in my journal on January 18, 2006 On this continuum of thought, where do you live – more on the crazy or more on the wonderful? I am finding that I live somewhere in between. Here’s crazy! It all began quite too early one morning when Ada came screaming into our bedroom around 4:00 am. She had had a bad dream and just knew that the bear from Barney Camp was in her bedroom. Later that morning, I was trying to get us all out the door to gymnastics and Maya decided that we needed to chat. I thankfully had thought about getting the car going...
Read More“Light Hands, Guys, Light Hands!”
So, I take a cycling class at the YMCA. It is a great class that makes you sore in places you didn’t know you could be sore. Tina, my instructor, is a woman of boundless energy and great muscles, and she doesn’t act like what she is asking you to do on the stationary bike is easy. I appreciate that. She also always says throughout the class – “light hands, guys, light hands.” This means – turn your hands over on the handlebars, palms up. Now this could seem like an easy task, but if you are almost about to die on the bike and pedaling with your very last breath, you are clinching those handle bars tightly, desperately trying to hold yourself up so as not...
Read More